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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

But she knew she was losing her
temper; and brought herself up short. Let him think she was jealous.
What really ailed her was deadly fear lest her careful plan go
astray. She was terrified. That was all. And she meant to learn
who the girl was.
"I know who it was," she hazarded.
"I think you are bluffing."
"It was Delight Haverford."
"Delight!"
She knew then that she was wrong, but it was her chance to assail
Delight and she took it.
"That - child!" she continued contemptuously. "Don't you suppose
I've seen how she looks at you? I'm not afraid of her. You are
too much a man of the world to let her put anything over on you. At
least, I thought you were. Of course, if you like milk and water?"
"It was not Delight," he said doggedly. "And I don't think we need
to bring her into this at all. She's not in love with me. She
wouldn't wipe her feet on me."
Which was unfortunate. Marion smiled slowly.
"Oh! But you are good enough for me to be engaged to! I wonder!"
He went to the window and stood for a moment looking out.


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